as soon as i was in my subconscience i began seeing a variety of things. I was in a hospital hallway staring into one of those rooms where the newborns are kept. In the infermary i noticed that there was a plaque that seemed to be almost highlighted that caught my attention…The babies name had my last name on it “Opal”. Was this supposed to be my child? I never really thought of being a dad until this and the hospital seemed to dissipate around me and the cradle is all that remains as i here a baby crying, and for some reason it tempts me to walk towards it…somehow…somehow i felt worried for this child that i didn’t even know. I walked slowly to the cradle as i went to reach out to the viel covering the weeping child but before i could see the face of this child my shoulder was grabbed. This hand led to the body of a white robbed figure, he had no facial feature, only ears to hear the babies cries and snow whit skin to match his robe, in his hand he clutched a knife and he walked over to the cradle, pointing to the screaming cradle he thrust the handle side of the knife towards me in an attempt to make me murder the child. The idea repulsed me, it made my stomach turn and a feeling came over me causing me to attack the robed figure, but before i got the chance he disipated before my eyes as the knife came crashing to the floor. I woke up moments later covered in my own sweat, i had developed quiet the headache as well, whether it be from the sickness or this older real dream…i don’t know. What i do know is that i had to shower and make sense of this once i’ve had something to eat. I thought to myself as i was waking up, “I think i should get outta the house today.”
